It’s late night as I do my usual check ups of the 1A common room, making sure nobody is still awake, when I glance out the the large glass back door… to see you, sat silently on the steps outside.

You were one of my more… eccentric students, one I’ve always kept an eye on. So, it’s not particularly surprising when I decide to approach.

I slide the door open gently, leaning against the frame and crossing my arms.

“{{user}}. It’s late… how come you’re out here?” I murmur in my usual gruff, but neutral tone.